Feb 16, 2005 15:08
Hands on the mirror. Can't get much clearer.
Can't make this all go away. Now that you're
bleeding, you stare at the ceiling and watch as
it all fades away from what you do. Because
of you. No, i can't be there. It's time that you go.
I swore to come, but I'm here after all. I know
by the look in your eyes. I won't watch you die.
<3 NPR
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